Is riotous laughing at one's own jokes a developmental stage? Not really jokes. Nonsensical, annoying, absolutely irritating utterances followed by forced, extended laughing. When will it end? Will it?
Because despite my attempts at calmness, at holding back, at NOT SAYING ANYTHING, my nerves are beginning to fray. Like ye old shoelaces children used to have in their sneakers from excessive tying. I even had 48 hours off to stare into space and hang with Chauncey and Al like in the old days. My parents took the guys for the weekend to give us a little break.
You'd think I'd be all chill and "hey guys, what's up?" But I am not. Maybe it began with the initial arguing and "Mommy! My brother ____... '' fill in the blank with your favorite Cain and Abel transgression.
Or maybe it's just because I am an old woman. That is a huge possibility.
All I know is that I don't drink, I don't smoke, I need an outlet. Cherry Garcia, anyone?
Ahahaha! It's right up there with telling the same joke over and over and over and over...
You might reconsider not drinking.
Posted by: maia | September 28, 2009 at 06:52 PM
Oh, yes girl...drink. Have you moved passed the: Knock, Knock - who's there? Tomato - Tomato who? Tomato candy corn, HA HA HA HA...wasn't that so funny? Phase, yet? We're in it. And it makes me drink, which is kinda funny in an ironic way.
Posted by: Stacy | September 30, 2009 at 05:12 PM
all I can say is: DITTO!
~ but I'm drinking a Mike's Hard Lemonade now.
Posted by: Heidi | October 04, 2009 at 07:23 PM
Hello...? You okay? Hope all is well.
Posted by: Heidi | December 02, 2009 at 10:15 AM